My fellow foodie Peter Gaston hit me up about the new issue of Spin Magazine, which features Eminem on the cover, and these really beautiful photographs by Maciek Kobielski, which were taken with Em in an abandoned Detroit wheel factory. There’s something about the tone that reminds me of a classic Edward Hopper painting.
“People come by here all the time,” Sierra says. Her voice is low and friendly, and she wears a small stud in her nose. Some time after she moved in three years ago, she says, she discovered a bit of trivia about the place: This is the house where Eminem spent his teenage years, the house he put on the cover of 2000’s The Marshall Mathers LP, and the house his mom claims he used to carry around with him in the form of a tiny, specially commissioned replica. The listing practically writes itself: house for sale, 2br, 767 square feet, Eminem’s “rosebud.”
“They come from all over,” Sierra says. “They take pictures, ask questions.” Several visitors have tried to buy the house — one offered $56,000, another $72,000 — but she likes it too much to consider selling. A neighbor once told her that, years ago, when the place was uninhabited, she broke in, found boxes full of the teenage Marshall Mathers’ stuff, and sold it on eBay. “I don’t know where she is now,” Sierra says, nodding toward the boarded-up house to the left of hers.
Among the people who have flocked to Dresden Street to commune with the ghost of Eminem is Eminem himself. Every so often, he’ll climb into one of his cars — sometimes during the day, sometimes at night, sometimes with security, sometimes alone — and drive down from his home in the northern suburbs to look at various places he grew up: the house on Fairport Avenue, the one on Novara Street, the one here on Dresden. He likes to creep by, do a U-turn, and make a second pass. Occasionally, residents spot him through his tinted windows and shout, “What up, Em?”
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